Warnings: stepcest, dub-con, reader’s lowkey a bimbo, light smut, pervy behavior, DARK CONTENT, jealousy.
a/n: this is my first post so please be nice and as always mdni!
stepbrother! rafe who was always a little too touchy with you, holding your hips to move you out of his way, caressing your head when you did something right, placing his hand on your thigh as you sat next to him at family dinner, making you his personal eye candy at parties, making his friends envious, and making their shorts tighten at your cleavage as they watched you lean down and pick something up for Rafe.
You dismissed it as casual affection because you were just relieved that your intimidating big evil stepbrother liked you.
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A shiver ran through you as you felt Rafe’s fingers graze your spine as he pulls down the zipper, and you see him lick his lips at the sight of your boobs spilling out of your push-up bra.
You gasp when he unhooks it in one swift motion making it pool at your feet, and you bite your lip as his finger reaches out to brush over your hardened nipple.
stepbro! Rafe always carries drags you back to his room when you've had a little too much to drink, stripping you and changing your clothes so you can wear his, so you know better than to protest as his gaze hungrily travels down your half-naked body, swallowing roughly when your palms reach up to squeeze your boobs as a protection against the cold air and cock twitching when you look up at him through your lashes and whine for him to give you his shirt already.
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stepbro! rafe wrapped your lace panties around his hardening cock, getting off to your pictures, in his defense, you did ask him to take a good picture of you and perhaps he took a few extra for himself. You didn't mind because you were wearing the miniskirt he bought you as an act of reconciliation after he beat up that touron for talking to you, so it's not entirely his fault that he took a few in different angles. That's what a nice stepbrother does, right?
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stepbro! rafe who takes you shopping on the mainland where he buys you the skimpiest little skirts he can think of, skirts that he knows will undoubtedly hike up when you bend over, as well as some lace lingerie sets that would flash through your see-through shirts.
He usually follows you into the dressing room as you change, observing you with a hungry glare. He means well, of course; after all, who else is going to assist you in undressing?
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drunk or coked out stepbro! Rafe who slips into your room at night under the guise of just checking in on his stepsister, and before you know it he’s grinding against you,and being the good and obedient, step sister that you are, you grind back into him knowing that he just needs to relieve some tension. However, you squeeze your thighs together in an effort to stop him when he inserts his hand between them,
“Rafe …. but mom and dad?”
Sighing, he moves in closer and says, "Look, I just need you right now, okay?" and with that, he grabs your hand and presses it against his bulge. “This is what you do to me” he groans. You relent some not wanting to upset him he’s your favorite person after all and you just want to help him, it's what good stepsisters do right? And you let his hand make its way into your shorts, calloused fingers teasing your clit, “fuck so wet for me angel” he mumbles kissing you on the sweet spot right under your ear, and when you hear his belt unbuckle and hand snake his way around your throat you know you're in for a long night.
WARNINGS: DUB-CON, themes of murder and grief, gaslighting, use of a gun, angst, betrayal, forced relationship, pregnancy, dark!rafe cameron x peterkin!reader
Summary: The murder of your mom leads to the downward spiral of your life. You couldn't have wished for a more supportive boyfriend to help you through it. Retrospectively you should have. l wc: 3.6k
Notes: I've been cravinggg this mf trope, i love when he reeks of desperation, what can i say? also the second section of this is lightly inspired by my sweet @softcoreparadise ifykyk.
18+ ONLY. MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED
“Y/n what the- what are you doing?!”
Your heart races beyond compare at the given situation. Not in a million years would you have guessed that you’d be in a predicament like this.
The wet sleeve of your hoodie clings to your arm as your finger trembles over the trigger. Droplets of water trickle down the barrel, reminding you of just how lucky you were to dig it out of the water before he could catch up to you.
The road’s dark, aside from the light shining from his truck. You can feel subtle warmth along your backside, radiating from the engine, while his headlights cast a spotlight on him.
“Are you crazy?” He stares at you wide eyed. “You- you’re serious right now? You’re trusting Pogues over me now? You can’t see that they’re fucking lying to you y/n!? It’s what they do!”
“Rafe please!”
He steps a foot closer and instinctually you straighten your arms out, tightening your grip on the barrel. You squeeze your eyes shut for a split second yet the warm droplets still manage to fall down your face.
How could you have known that today would end like this? All because you happened to be picking up food from the wreck at the same time they were there.
You had been sitting at a table, patiently waiting for your order to be called out, when you were ambushed by the five of them. After a few preposterous sentences came from their mouths you were getting up out of your seat, and walking away from them with the purest look of disgust.
You didn’t know why they would go out of their way to say something like that to you. You didn’t have a problem with them. Your boyfriend did, but you had always been cordial to them. The jarring interaction with them had you understanding that they didn't even deserve that. What they said- no accused your boyfriend of was low even for them.
You’re well aware that Rafe isn’t an angel, but alluding to him being involved with your mom’s murder? It was more than foul. It was downright sick.
Later that evening, when you were at Tannyhill, Rafe could tell something was off with you. After enough of his prying you confessed what happened. Initially you didn't want to tell him because it's still a sensitive subject for you. It had only been a couple months and it was still hard to talk about her.
Your lashes batted uncontrollably and you sniffled softly as you told him. When your mouth shut, he entirely flipped out. Not at you of course, but at the fact that they would say some shit like that.
Immediately he grabbed his keys and left the room. You followed him out and tried to stop him from doing something he’d regret, but his mind was already made up. You had no power in stopping him so what did you do?
You hopped into the passenger and pleaded with him.
He wasn’t having any of it though. The streets were a blur as he sped down the road. At some point he had reached over to the glove compartment, in front of you, and pulled out his gun.
You fully anticipated him getting violent but that was a little too far.
He fiddled with what you vaguely remember as the magazine, checking to see if it was loaded. When you expressed your concern he responded to you in a way that let you know he was dead set on hurting someone.
A big part of your heart appreciated that he was so willing to defend you, but at the same time you didn't want anyone getting seriously hurt. No matter what they said to you.
You had never seen him that upset. You hated that it crossed your mind but he honestly looked as if he were ready to kill each and every one of them.
You didn’t realize you were crying until his hand brushed your thigh.
“Why are you treating me like I’m the bad guy?” He brought his fingers to his chest, frantically looking away from the road at you. “They- they disrespected you. While you’re grieving at that. You think I’m just gonna let that shit slide?”
“Can we please just go back. I don’t want this.”
He shook his head, “Nah.”
“Don’t I have a say?! Like you said I’m the one grieving! Shouldn’t it matter what I want!”
“Listen to me" He squeezed your thigh, "If you let a pogue disrespect you and do fuckin nothing about it, they’ll get real comfortable doing that shit again.”
You frowned at how hellbent he was.
“If they got the balls to say that bullshit to your face, think about who else they're telling this- this story to. What if they tell Shoupe, hmm? You know how that looks for me?”
“Who cares?! You understand that this wouldn’t exactly help your case right?! It’s clearly some sick joke for them to get under your skin. And it’s fucking working.”
“My case? My case?!” He repeated your words back to you, glancing between you and the empty road.
“Yes! Your case!”
No matter how silly or outlandish. You’re certain that out of respect for your mom Shoupe would investigate every lead he got. Not that he would believe them.
However, it would be an entirely different story if Rafe attacked them tonight.
Then that’s when it dawned on you. Why did he even care if they told the cops? It wasn’t like he didn’t have a solid alibi.
“You’re acting as if they’re right or something” the words fell from your mouth without a thought, simply out of frustration. You knew you didn’t believe that, but by the way the vehicle abruptly stopped you couldn’t say the same for your boyfriend.
“Get the fuck out.”
You turned in his direction, and it was like a stranger was staring back at you. You frowned deeply at him, and he added on to his previous words.
“Don’t ever say some shit like that to me. I’m trying to defend you and-and you take their fucking side?!”
“I didn’t mean it like that! You should know that Rafe! You’re so blinded by wanting to teach them a lesson that you’re not considering how I feel. Why do you even care this much? Why cant you just drop it.”
You unbuckled your seatbelt, readying yourself to get out the car, even though you knew damn well that he really didn't want you to leave.
He let out a huff before putting the gun on the dash. He reached out to you, gently cupping your chin. You were hesitant but eventually leaned into his touch. His lips met your forehead, before he pressed his head to yours, your noses brushed each others, and you closed your eyes feeling ok in this little moment.
“I care this much because I love you.” You parted your lips at his stubborn defense, ready to tell him that if he cared he’d leave it alone. You tried to pull back but before you could his lips were on yours. His hand tugged you in at your jaw overwhelming you with his passion.
When he pulled away you sighed, and he noted you in all your frustrated glory.
You were struggling to contain a rogue sniffle, when you felt him set the cold gun in your lap, “Hold onto it if it makes you feel better. I can get my point across without it.”
He put the car back in drive and you don’t know why you said what you did next, maybe because he still hadn’t dropped it.
“Where were you Rafe. Tell me again.” He reeled back and tilted his head at you in shock. You felt dumb for asking but couldn't help it, “M'not saying that I doubt you. Just need you to tell me again so I don't feel fucking crazy.”
You knew where he was that day, but something in you was itching to be reaffirmed. You needed it so bad for some reason.
His lips slowly parted, “I was crashing at Barry’s. Remember 'cause my dad kicked me out?”
Your lip curled downward, you swore he told you that he was hiding out at the Glisson’s beach house. Your fingers steadied the cold gun on your thigh.
“No, you told me you were at the Glisson’s. I remember because you mentioned that they were in Sun Valley at the time.”
He looked at you, and you looked at him and for a split moment there was this glint in his eyes.
“Yeah. Yeah you’re right I did stay there. I crashed earlier at Barry’s then went over there.”
Your mind began wondering then, replaying that look he gave you.
“I guess that makes me feel… better” you tried to lie to yourself to feel better. It didn’t work though, specifically because you noticed how he let out a deep breath. Like it was a relief to hear you say that.
In that moment your mind wandered back to that glint in his eyes…
That was when you put two and two together that maybe Rafe wasn’t so adamant on handling this because of you. Maybe it’s because he was really trying to protect himself. What if they were right, you thought.
That was when you looked at the lock, then the door handle. Without much further contemplation you swung it open and hurdled out the passenger side, clutching the gun in your hand. The ground hurt, and you definitely got some scrapes, but the adrenaline set in instantaneously. You got to your feet and ran into the brush, accidentally falling into a rain induced wetland. You lost the gun momentarily and retrieving it soaked the entirety of your sleeve in the process.
Not far in the distance you heard him calling after you. Quick thinking had you praying that he left the truck running. You ran back to the road in hopes that he was too occupied with searching for you.
That’s how you ended up with Rafe now staring down the barrel of his own gun, at the hands of you. His girlfriend.
Tears trickle down your face.
“Did you kill her?” The words came out choked. Scared of what could be your reality.
“No! I didn’t kill her!” He exhales deeply, blue eyes frantically looking between yours. “C’mon this is ridiculous. Baby? Would you put the fucking gun down.”
“Why don’t I believe you.” You sniffled, voice uneven. “Make me believe you, Rafe.”
You love him, so why are you struggling so bad with the simple act of trusting his word.
“These fucking pogues.” He mumbles under his breath, bringing his palms to his forehead as he begins pacing back and forth.
He turns his back to you with his hands on his head, and you continue to clutch the weapon. You guys stay still like this for a bit.
When he finally turns back around, you notice how his eyes are watery and he looks distraught. But worst of all he looks guilty.
“No…”
"Listen you know that you mean everything to me, right? It- it was a mistake, it happened so fast.” Your stomach dropped beyond compare.
The click of the trigger was deafening, especially considering how no loud sound followed.
Rafe’s eyes grew wide, then his brows immediately began to furrow. Anger washed over him as he practically lunged at you, trapping you between him and the hood of the vehicle.
He yanks the gun out of your hands, and immediately opens the mag releasing a heap of water and bullets onto the road.
His breaths were heavy but he managed to chuckle.
“If this didn’t happen to get wet, I would be laid out on the ground. You want to kill me y/n?” He was so serious now staring down at you as he caged you to the warm hood. “I tell you that you're everything to me, and you try to kill me.” He scoffs, "Didn't even give me a chance to explain, or-or fucking apologize?"
Your hand instantly connects with his face and you had no words aside from calling him a psychopath.
He touched you, held you, and took care of you as if he wasn’t responsible for your pain.
“She was going to shoot my dad.” Your heart clenched at the full admission.
His hand gently grabs your face trying to get you to look at him, to force his perspective onto you. Your resistance is met with a much more harsh grip as he searches your eyes for god knows what.
“I had to protect him”
That broke you. Who’s he to say that protecting his father was worth taking your mothers life?
“Fuck you.” You choked out. You didn’t expect him to snake his arms around you in a hug, forcing you to sob into his chest.
You tried to push him off but too exhausted, and hurt and warn out you gave up. He held you for what felt like a painful eternity, then moved to cup your face.
“I’m sorry. I am.”
“You disgust me. You...” You couldn't think of a word to describe how evil someone has to be to do this. It felt surreal.
“I love you”
“You don’t love me.” You push at him feeling nauseous, but of course he doesn't move.
“I do. Come on y/n, you just attempted to kill me and here I am looking past it. Does that not show you anything?”
“You killed my mom. Then played me for a fool. You lied to my face for months and pretended like everything was normal.” You couldn’t help the tears, and shakiness of your breath.
His lips brushed yours and you wanted to throw up.
“I fucked up I know, but I’m gonna make-”
“You’re delusional and clinically fucking insane if you think that anything on earth could make this right. I want nothing to do with you.”
His jaw ticked at that, before nodding off to himself.
“That’s too fucking bad then.” He sighed before kissing your forehead and dragging you back to the passenger side.
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Five months later...
“I’ve been patient haven't I?”
His ring clad hand encases your throat, while his other digs into the meat of your hip. He ruts into you like a man starved. “How much longer you gonna keep icing me out, hmm?”
‘Icing out’ didn’t grasp the true gravity of your relationship, but of course he would describe it in such a way that reduces the gravity of everything that he'd done.
You bat your eyes shut, at a particularly deep stroke, ignoring his dumb question.
Your monstrous hormones were to blame for the way you were dripping down onto the sheets. The bottom of your ass' damp with wetness as he pleases your walls. Even though you despise him, you can’t do anything about how well he knows your body. He cracked the code way before you knew he was a murderer.
He manages to bring you to an earth shattering release, for the second time tonight.
His hand moves from your hip to pin your hand near your head. His fingers intertwine with yours, but you don’t reciprocate the action. He buries his head between your neck kissing there, and sucking at the sensitive skin, likely leaving a mark as he slowly rocks into you.
“Why do you do that?” You groan, as he pulls away to look down at you.
“So everyone knows you’re mine”
You roll your eyes at that and he brings his lips to your perked nipple, swirling his tongue against it.
You bite back a moan, “Everyone is well aware Rafe.”
He rubs the gold band that rests on your finger, before moving to spread his hand along your rounding belly.
After that fated night, things changed within an instant. It was a blur honestly. Your hatred for Ward is level with the amount you hold for Rafe. Mainly, because he forced you to go to the courthouse with his son the day after the incident. Something about married couples not being able to testify against each other in court.
Rafe groaned at the feel of you sucking him in, “Can never be too sure”
The overstimulation was getting to you, like bad. His name slips from your mouth, a subtle plea for him to keep doing whatever the fuck he’s already doing down there.
“Can’t keep this shit up when the baby arrives.” His hand cradles your jaw, and his lips brush yours.
“Good thing I have 5 more months.”
You whine out as his thumb connects with your bundle of nerves. His toying of your clit makes you become increasingly more vocal.
“Tell me you love me.” His lips ghost over yours and you tut out of annoyance, you hated when he did this.
You hadn't told him those three words since you found out what he did, and you had no plans on ever saying them again. You didn't even want to say it out of a lie, because that would be just enough for him, and he didn't deserve that kind of relief.
Often he would try to get you as vulnerable and fucked out as possible in some weird scheme to get you to say it. Like you'd slip up or something.
“Can you just fuck me, m’not in the mood for this Rafe.”
Your rejection only spurs him on, like usual, pace now calculatingly slow as he continues to stroke your bud with his thumb.
“That’s fine. You know why? Because somewhere in that cold heart of yours I know that you feel something for me.”
His hand caresses your stomach, and you’re all but seconds away from unraveling around him again.
“And if not, then at least you’re gonna love the little extension of me growing inside you.”
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years later…
You can't lie, Rafe had changed a lot within these past two years. Bossed up and became a real man you could say. Would you give him that credit though? Absolutely not.
He made life as easy as it could be, given the circumstances. The only responsibility you have is being a mother. Which isn’t really a responsibility considering the fact that she’s everything to you. Your entire heart and soul. Sometimes you swore you could see hints of your mom in her.
You know that you’ll never forgive him, it was something you fully accepted and he still hadn’t. No matter how much things seemed perfect and domestic and ‘ok’, you still held her in your heart.
With that you wouldn’t classify him as a good man, but you can at least say that he is a good dad.
Sometimes things felt so normal that you momentarily forgot your situation. Other times he couldn’t help but remind you of his true nature, of being a persistent asshole. Like earlier this morning.
You’re sitting on the living room mat with your girl, watching her stack the colorful blocks. He comes into view, standing at the edge of the couch watching you two with the phone pressed to his ear.
Your toddler storms up and runs to cling to his leg, when she notices him.
“Daddy!”
“Figure it out, Its what I pay you for. If it's not handled by Monday I'm firing you. Got that?" He hangs up abrubdtly then picks her up in his arms, swaying her around. Before holding her against his chest.
He showers your daughter’s face with kisses, and the happy giggles coming from her bring a smile to your face.
“What were you and mommy doing angel?” he walks closer to you, as you knee up from the rug. Your hand naturally rests on your growing belly bump as you watch them.
“Building a castle!”
He looks down at it telling her that it was the best one he’s ever seen.
He rubs her cheek, “Are you excited to spend the weekend at granddad’s?”
She loudly expresses her sheer excitement following it up with, “Can you and mommy stay too!? It’s fun!”
You move closer to them, to fix one of her pigtails, “I wish baby”.
You really did mean that. You shot him a glare behind your daughter’s back. He sprung a trip on you this morning while you were brushing your teeth, saying that everything was already arranged.
“You see, mommy and I are celebrating this thing called an anniversary.”
“Ani-wha? what’s that?”
He chuckles brushing his hand over her hair “It reminds mommy and I how much we love each other. Isn’t that right?” he glances at you, and her head turns the same.
“Mhm, yeah.”
“Is it because daddy loves mommy more?”
You blink at that, shocked to hear that come from her, “Hey, where’d you get that idea missy?”
“Dunno” she stares back at you with a little pout.
Your rub her cheek, “There’s no need to think that baby”-and for the sake of your child, for the first time in forever did you say anything of the sort- “I love daddy. Don’t you worry princess.”
Her lips curl at that, and not wanting her to pick up on any hostility you give Rafe a soft kiss on the lips. Then a kiss to her cheek.
Immediately after you’ve dropped her off, you’re ripping him a new one.
“Did you put that in her head?”
“What? No.” He starts the truck.
You scoff, “I can’t believe you’d go that far to-“
“Hey! don’t accuse me for something I didn’t do. She’s two, she picks up on shit.”
“You’re saying this is my fault?”
“What I'm saying is that she’s got a brain of her own.”
You hum, at the realization that you were likely going to have to be more intentional, and play up your affections for her sake. She deserves a healthy environment. You huff out of irritation and his hand spreads over your belly.
"Relax, yeah? The stress isn't good for the baby. We’re gonna go on this trip, relax a little, and maybe you can get real familiar with the idea of loving me."
"Whatever"
"Hey, didn’t I tell you that you wouldn't be able to keep up with that shit forever.”
i'm so serious she will never love this man! she is stuck with him, that's it.
thanks for reading! I beg of you guys to leave some thoughts and feedback. they are highly appreciated and mean a lot + they encourage me to share more :(
Okay first off!!! That opening scene is actually insane they need you in a Netflix writers room immediately!! What a beautifully structured story the plot twists the frustration it’s so well done and as always love love love your brand of dark rafe maybe it’s his way with words or maybe it’s his casual dominance but he’s always so sexy and hard to hate🫣 what a masterpiece you are a WRITER
Summary: You would settle for causality as long as you had Rafe by your side.
Warnings: ¿Angst?, Mature, 18+, P in V Sex, Oral Sex (F receiving), Fingering, Choking, Not Proofread
Word Count: 2,126
A little break from Aemond fics because I just recently watched an obscene amount of Rafe edits, and now I'm obsessed.
“Rafe… fuck, Rafe,” you called— cried as he was stated between your legs. Your lusted eyes warily scanned the outside, mortified by the idea of you two being caught in such a state. “Shh… I’m doing my best work here,” He hummed and nipped the inside of your thigh, making you whimper. Your hands tangled in his hair, your lips were in between your teeth as his fingers slipped in and out of you, his ring adding a sense of coolness that only aided you in pleasure. “We—we might get caught!”You shirked as his lips sucked on your nubbin. “I really don’t fucking care, baby,” Rafe growled and nuzzled his face closer to your cunt.
You gasped and took hold of the grab handle of his truck as his fingers curled at the familiar sensation of you peaking was about to break. “Rafe!” You cried, and he just chucked and continued to draw circles on your clit, waiting for you to come undone on his lips. “Fuck you always taste so good,” he groaned as he lapped your cunt, and you tried to catch your breath. You slumped on the passenger seat, your back resting on the door and your head leaning against the fogged window. You sighed as his lips met yours, tasting yourself on his tongue while his hand went to cup your breast under your shirt. “We could have gotten caught,” You say against his lips when both of you parted for air. “So what? Let them see how great I am at eating you out,” he said with a sly smirk, enjoying the way your cheeks would flush and your gaze would bashfully go downward.
Rafe chuckled and kissed your cheek before settling himself in his seat and starting the engine of his truck. “Come on, let’s get you home,” he said, resting his large hand on your thigh. “Or would you rather go back to mine?” He asked, and you shook your head at his teasing tone. “I can’t. My parents are expecting me for dinner,” You said and stared at his hand on your thigh; it was odd that you found that part of his so attractive. Rafe hummed and squeezed the plump flesh of your thigh. “That reminds me, Rose told me to tell you you’re invited for dinner tomorrow.” He said as he turned a street. You slightly frown at his words. “Why?” You ask. It was unexpected— maybe even inappropriate because, though having known him and his family for a couple of years, you and Rafe were not on a level of social intimacy that warranted you joining him and his family for Sunday night dinner.
He had made it perfectly clear to his friends what the two of you were. That you two were just casual— just simply going about and fucking each other. “Nothing but a pastime— purely physical,” were his words. You would admit that it stung greatly. But you could not hold it against him because you perfectly knew that Rafe was not the committal type. He wanted something less serious and where there would be no strings attached. And you, who grew up with the idea of relationships stuck in your brain— being labeled as a hopeless romantic by your friends, settled for a casual fling with Rafe because… you wanted him— the whole of him. Even though he only wanted your body, that was enough for you to settle because you’d rather have him want you in a physical sense than not have him want you in any sense at all.
Rafe simply shrugged at your question. “Want me to pick you up?” He asked as he was pulling up to the driveway of your family’s estate. “Uh… no, I’ll just ask our driver,” you say because the act of him going out of his way to pick you up and drive you to dinner with his family was an act of intimacy that you would surely misinterpret and lead you to grow fonder of him whilst he still wants the casualty that did not come easily to you. “You sure?” He asked as his car stopped in the curve of your driveway. “Yeah, wouldn’t wanna impose,” You smile and remove your seatbelt. Rafe nodded and moved to kiss you again. And though you enjoyed kissing him, there was uncertainty on your lips.
“His step-mom invited me to dinner,” you told your friend through the phone. “Why?” They asked in the same confused tone you heard earlier. “I don’t know, too,” You say as you raid your closet for something to wear for the dinner that is fast approaching. “I thought you two were casual?” They asked—their tone hinting distaste. “We are,” You say and stare at yourself in the mirror, deciding which dress suits you best. Strategic in what to wear. You wanted your clothes to be casual but not come off as uncaring.
“Then why would she…?” Your friend trialed, and you debated if you should tell them the thought that pestered in the back of your head. If you should utter the hopefulness and optimism that you harbored. “What if… what if Rafe changed his mind? Maybe he doesn’t want casual anymore, and inviting me to their family dinner is a sign of formality— of exclusiveness.” You said, waiting for their reply. Your friend was silent, trying to find words that would not offend your ludicrous thoughts. They had only met Rafe twice during the summer, but they had the accurate image of him being noncommittal and just one to play around with girls.
“Am I reading too much into this?” You sighed as you were met with stony silence. “A bit, yes,” they finally spoke, making you sigh heavily. “I told you this was not your brightest idea,” they said, and you shook your head. “Just… be cautious. I don’t want you to get hurt. You gave him a lot of your firsts… it’s just— I, for one, know the regret and pain in tying your firsts to someone unworthy of it.” You bit your lip and nodded. Saying goodbye to your friend and promising to visit them in New York once spring break comes.
“You’re here! She’s here!” Weezy exclaimed as she abruptly opened the door of Cameron’s estate. Rafe’s younger sister practically bouncing around and beaming up at you. “Hey,” Race greeted as he descended down the steps, “What’d you bring?” He asked and took the box in your hands; his stepmom Rose coming to greet you in the foyer. “Oh… I brought cupcakes,” you smiled as Rose greeted you with a hug. “Oh, you shouldn’t have gone through the bother, but thank you. Come on, dinner is ready,” Rose smiled, and Weezy took the box and followed her mom. Rafe guiding you to their dinning room with hand placed on the low of your back, edging towards your ass and you had to elbow him in fear of being seen. His reply was only an amused chuckle.
The night proceeded with his parents getting to know you better. Interested in you because your family was one of the wealthiest— if not, the wealthiest on the island. Yet, unsociable because your parents had no want to participate and spend their off time in the country club nor attend the parties thrown by the island’s elite. You, however, were introduced to Rafe through his sister, Sarah, who was notably missing from the dinner table.
You were discussing something with Weezy when Rafe leaned closer to you and whispered something in your ear. “Meet me in the bathroom in two minutes.” He stood up, excusing himself, saying he had a call to take. You battled with yourself if you should do as he asked. It was completely inappropriate to have sex in the washroom whilst his parents and sister were at the dinner table. But the thought of Rafe pushing you against the bathroom counter, you watching him as he fucked you through the mirror… it was enough for wetness to come to your cunt, and you quickly excused yourself from the table.
You looked behind you before taking hold of the bathroom doorknob. The door swung open, and Rafe pulled you in, quickly smashing your lips and moving you to sit on the cool marble counter of the sink. “Thank god you’re wearing a dress,” He practically growled as his fingers were quick to be met with your cunt and your lips continued to dance. “They might get suspicious,” you breathed out as his fingers worked their way into you, and his lips moved to your neck. Rafe groaned as your hand cupped his length through his trousers. “Again, baby, I don’t fucking care.” You gasped as Rafe abruptly pulled you off the counter, turning you to face the mirror and bundling your hair in his hand. His other hand was frantically hiking up your dress and pulling down your underwear. “Such a perfect ass,” He mused and harshly gripped the flesh, making a wince.
You bit your lip and rolled your eyes in pleasure as his cock plunged deep into you. Rafe hissing in pleasure and gripping your hair tighter. “So fucking tight— if I weren’t the one to take your virginity, your cunt would have me believe you’ve never been fucked before… but we both know that’s not the truth, huh baby?” Rafe taunted as he rested your head on his chest, your back arched as he pounded into you. You let out a stifled moan as he removed his grip from your hair and instead placed it around your neck; his other hand, the one with his ring, found its way to the bundle of nerves on your cunt, determined to make you cry out in pleasure— for his family to hear your actions.
“Rafe— please… I—“ You rasped as you felt the need for release. “Aw… not yet, baby… you don’t get to come yet,” Rafe taunted and gripped your neck tighter, enjoying the way tears spilled from your eyes and the way your cunt clenched tighter around him. “Watch me fuck you, pretty girl. I want you to watch how pleasured you are by my cock.” You obeyed his order and watched at the pleasured state both of you were enveloped in, your eyes locking with blue ones through the mirror. You plead with him for release, which only spurs a deeper desire in Rafe. When his thrusts became sloppier, and his grip on your neck grew tighter to the point he was truly close to obstructing your breathing, that was when he finally let you come undone.
It had been a week since the family dinner at Rafe’s. Your parents were away on business, giving you and Rafe the opportunity to play house. The lines of casualness blurred when you had Rafe holding you close in sleep every night when he would wake you with his kisses and his lips on your cunt. The lines of casualness faded away when you cooked for him at dinner, and he served you breakfast in bed.
You started to wonder if being casual meant that you would take showers together, that you would be in each other’s arms as you watched hours of movies. Was it still casual when he handed you his phone because his sister wanted to talk to you? It’s hard to say you two were just casual when he went through the piles of your baby albums and forced you to tell the story behind each photo, making you recall your childhood with such interest that it made your heart flutter. It was far from casual when he lay on your lap and started to open up about his torn relationship with his dad and mum; your hand soothingly brushed his hair whilst the other was intertwined with his.
Hope was dangerously blooming in your heart that perhaps you two were starting to be more than casual. The actions shown led that way. You only had to muster up the courage to ask Rafe for more, to establish something stable between the two of you. So you went to his party with hopes that you two would be something more. Idealistic and idiotic because the moment you stepped foot in his house, with the crowds of people and the music blasting, all you could see was him in the corner, making out with another girl. Holding her in the way he held you, kissing her in the way he kissed you. Your heart pitted, and your mind scolded you for being stupid enough to hope. You hated yourself because you made yourself believe that Rafe Cameron would ever want something more than casual.
we’ve seen cheating reader but rafe who has a gf but keeps seeing u behind her back!! he will show up most nights and u will def tease him about it cs u r just better than his lil gf like that!!
bro i swear i do not support cheating just somethin ab rafe makes me throw all morals out the window… also this is a little more angst than I expected to write and goes a little bit off request but hopefully you still 🤍 it. it ends happily don’t worry!!
warnings: cheating, little bit of angst, some smut at the end!!
“Are you doin' this shit on purpose?”, he groaned.
“What?”, you smirked, sipping on your strawberry mojito. You easily threw him into a trance, leaning far enough over the bar so that your dress dipped far enough to show down your neckline.
You let him stare for a bit, then grabbed the attention of Topper to worsen the jealousy of Rafe.
“Hey, Top? Could you go get me another drink, please?”, you pouted at him, playing with your gold sun necklace between your boobs to mess with the two of them even more.
He stuttered, but obeyed, of course. Who wouldn’t do anything you asked for when you asked like that?
You smiled as Topper walked away, turning your attention back to Rafe.
“So how’s the girlfriend doing? Heard she got a new job at the country club.”
He listened, but chose not to answer - he didn’t want to think about her when he was with you.
You laughed, “I’ve gotta say, Rafe, I’m pretty surprised you let a girlfriend of yours work such a pogue job.”
He groaned, closing his eyes just to stop staring at you. “Can we not talk about her?”
“When I said I wanted to be a cart girl on the green you said that was ‘too pogue’ of a job for me - s’all I’m saying”, you raised your hands in defense.
He finished his mai tai, staring at the ice cube left in the glass. “Yeah 'cause you’re different.”
You tilted your head, urging him to continue.
“You’re brattier than her.”
“‘Cause she gives it up easier than I do,” you scowled.
He clenched his jaw and leaned forward. “S’that why every guy in this party has fucked you before, huh?”
You dug your lipgloss and mirror out of your purse, flipped the mirror open, and began to apply the gloss to your lips. “That’s not true, Rafe.”
“Really?”, he scoffed at you.
“Really.”
“Why has half of the conversation here been about the crazy shit you’ve don’t with them, then?”
You rolled your eyes, shutting the mirror and tossing the items back in your purse, “I don’t fuckin’ know, Rafe. Maybe they’re manifesting or some shit. Besides, why do you even care? I thought you had a girlfriend.”
“I care because we’ve been friends since we were like… two. I’m just… looking out for you, you know?”, he huffed, clearly frustrated. “It’s not a good look to be seen as the girl who’s fucked every guy on the island.”
“Christ, Rafe - who cares what anybody on this island thinks anyways. Anybody who truly knows me knows that isn’t true. Why should I care about the opinions of people I don’t give a shit about?!”, you ranted, voice raising with anger.
“Would you keep it down?”
“Seriously though?! All people talk about here is their status. Who gives a fuck? We’re all gonna end up in the same place, you know - dead.”
As if on cue, Topper arrived with your drink, which made your eyes go wide with excitement.
This whole conversation needs alcohol, was all you could think. Before you could grab your drink, Rafe quickly beat you to it.
“You don’t need any more alcohol,” he pushed the drink back to the bartender.
“Okay, Dad”, you scoffed, reached to Topper’s hand, grabbed his beer, and downed it.
“Hey I was drinking that!”, he scowled.
Rafe tried to wrestle the bottle out of your hands, you squealing as he did so. He settled, knowing you wouldn’t give the bottle up, now just cornering you into the bar counter to stop you from bolting.
Once you finished chugging the beer, you wiped your mouth off and stared at him. He was pissed - and you loved it.
“Can I take you home?”, he asked as calmly as he could, though he was clearly mad.
You pressed your hand to his chest, pushing it away. “Woah there Mr. Cameron. Don’t you have a girlfriend?”
“You know that’s not what I meant-”
“Sophie! Sophie! Rafe is-”, you drunkenly shouted to his girlfriend, wanting the secret to be out. But Rafe’s hand was already over your mouth as he pulled you away from the scene.
Once he had you outside on the gravel of the parking lot, you erupted into giggles.
“Get in the truck”, he asserted.
You obeyed, but not without complaint. “Would you relax, Rafe? I was kidding, I’m not actually gonna tell her.”
He slammed the passenger door on you and walked around to his side of the car. Starting the car, he silently drove as you hummed to the old “The Sundays” song on the radio.
He let you sing for a bit as you kept the window rolled down to feel the breeze. He hated the loud sound of the window being open, but let you leave it open anyways.
He let the song finish before posing the question he’d been waiting to ask you the whole drive: “Why’d you do that?”
You turned to look at him, and went quiet.
The truth is, you didn’t know why you did that. You were drunk, sure, but not so drunk that you’d accidentally slip the secret. You did it on purpose.
“Cause I hate that you lie to her.”
He sighed, switching the radio off. “I gave you a chance, you know,” he reminded.
Before he had ever done anything with Sophie, it was always you. He knew it was always you from the moment he met you. You just weren’t “ready for a relationship”, you always told him. And he believed you - so he settled with whatever you wanted to do.
Even if it meant just being friends with benefits.
“She’s just a placeholder for you, and you know that. So I don’t know why you’re freaking out about it”, he uttered.
“Don’t say that Rafe”, you shook your head.
“It’s the truth.”
The two of you were silent for a moment, Rafe only glancing at you worriedly every so often when you were looking out the window.
“Do you want me to break up with her?”, he proposed.
“Stop, Rafe, just stop.”
He huffed, “I just don’t know what the fuck you want me to do.”
He pulled over to a safe spot and parked the car so he could have his full attention on you.
“I don’t know what you want me to do”, he repeated. “Do you want me to break up with her?”
“No Rafe, I don’t-”
“Cause… Cause I’ve got my hands tied,” he interrupted. “I asked you if you wanted to be with me, and you said you weren’t ready, so I waited for you. Then when I was waiting for you, you got with like… three of the guys in my friend group.”
You clenched your jaw, wanting to talk back but knowing it wouldn’t help the situation.
“So then I assume you don’t want a relationship, but you’re okay with hooking up, right? Figured this whole friends-with-benefits thing was gonna work. I get a girlfriend while you’re still hooking up with all of these other guys. Now, you still don’t want to be in a relationship, but you don’t want me to be in a relationship either so that you can still hook up with me with zero commitment and all these other guys with zero commitment.”
He paused for a second.
“I tried waiting for you sweetheart, I really tried but I don’t know how much longer I can wait. It’s not fair to me, it’s not.”
“Rafe…”
“At this point, I’d rather you just reject me. It’d be easier than this,” he groaned, pushing his hair out of his eyes. “Just give me an answer, will you?”
You smirked at him, and practically threw yourself on him, pressing your lips to his desperately.
The two of you made out for a solid thirty seconds, you on Rafe’s lap, before he pulled away.
“So does this mean it’s still just friends with benefits?”, he asked seriously, expression a little sad.
You laughed, kissing along his neck. “No, you idiot. This means real.”
He smirked down at you, “define real.”
You unbuttoned his shirt slowly, “real relationship, real dates, real love, real sex…”
“If what we’ve been doing is fake sex, I might just die when we have real sex”, he joked, holding onto your hips and slipping your dress strap off your shoulder, leaving a kiss on your shoulder.
“You’ll find out what real sex is soon… first you need to call your ex,” you demanded.
“Who cares about her?”, he groaned, “I already told you she was just a placeholder for you.”
“Do you want to find out what real sex and a real relationship with me is like?”
“Yes”, he immediately answered.
You grabbed his phone, typed in the password, and searched for her number.
“I’m in your favorites in your contacts list and she isn’t? Rafe…,” you whined, “that’s depressing…”
“Shut up.”
“I will,” you said once the phone began to ring, backing up just enough so you could lean over the console.
As she answered with a worried, “Is everything okay, Rafey???”, you unzipped his dress pants, and pulled out his cock, already hard, and kitten licked the tip.
He muted the phone momentarily, “Jesus Christ, you’re gonna be the death of me,” he groaned as you hummed around him.
As he grabbed at your thighs, pushing your long dress up to your waist line and tracing the outline of your panties, he began, “Listen, Soph…”
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no I love this, it’s soooo rafe!! and the reader is such an icon omg!!! I always see rafe being the one with commitment issues but it was so refreshing to see the reader with them for once haha, this is such gorgeous writing who told you childhood best friends to lovers is my fav trope 🤭 and love the happy ending btw!!!
Tags: reader and rafe are newlyweds, housewife kink, hate sex, breeding kink if u squint
Summary: rafe stands you up on your birthday l wc: 3.3k
Notes: this is for my sweet riri, ily and happy belated birthday @proactivetypaperson♡
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The clicks of your heels reverberate throughout the foyer as you ease down the steps. You glance at your phone and curse to yourself. It’s thirty minutes past the time he’d told you to be ready.
You didn't really do anything today- well atleast nothing outside of your norm- therefore you had no excuse to be late. Yet here you were.
Like always, you had started the day off with making breakfast.
The early meal was more for your husband than for you. He loved when you made him meals, and you loved making them for him. Every morning you’d get up a little earlier than him, if he’d let you out of bed, and you’d make him whatever he wanted.
This particular morning, as you were scrambling his eggs, he came to you in a rush. He held two different color ties in his hand. One plain and one patterned.
“I need you.” He huffed, visibly flustered “Which one goes better with this suit? I- I can't decide.”
With no hesitation you had chosen the plain one. The deciding factor being how it complimented his eyes. Like every other morning, you tied it for him only today he was… fidgety as you did so. His heightened nerves were over this deal he was aiming to secure. He had told you previously that if everything went right it would make him, and you in turn, a “shit ton of money”.
You didn't necessarily understand why he was so keen on the deal considering how you guys already live way above your means. You were curious, but you didn't probe. He takes care of the money, he knows best.
In that moment, you had smoothed your hands against his chest and told him, “You’re going to do great babe. You’re gonna secure this deal and then we’ll celebrate tonight. Together.” you tippy toed to kiss him, “With whatever secret you have planned for me” you smirked.
Prior to this, Rafe had told you to be ready for him in the evening. Specifically, to be ready at 8 pm. The only details he gave you were that it was for your birthday. The rest of the morning he was evasive as ever when it came to your questions about his plans.
After a lengthy goodbye kiss and some extra words of affirmation, you sent him on his way. You had spent most of the day cleaning up the house, responding to happy birthday wishes, and wondering what exactly Rafe had set out for the evening.
At two o’clock you found yourself waiting to hear from your husband. Around his lunch he would usually call or text you to simply check in. Today however, he didn’t.
You tried not to give it much thought, assuming that he was just super busy with his work thing. He did say that the negotiation was happening later in the day… and for that reason you didn't call him or reach out to him. You didn't want to distract him, or worse interrupt him. Especially if the meeting had already started. You were sure that he’d call you whenever he had the time.
The day had gone on and you still hadn’t heard anything from him. Instead of worrying though, you kept yourself distracted with mundane tasks around the house. When the evening rolled around you settled on getting ready for your outing.
Your dress was easy to pick out.
Mainly because it showcases your figure well, while still having an elegant essence to it. It’s also a dress that Rafe loves on you. Every time you wear it he can hardly keep his hands off of you. No matter the time or place.
The culprit behind your current tardiness was your hair. The original style you planned didn't turn out the way you wanted. So you had to think of something else, which took up more time than you expected..
You strut into the living room fully expecting Rafe to be sitting in the armchair with his legs spread, impatiently checking the time. To your surprise though, he’s not there.
Your lips turn into a pout as you acknowledge your phone screen. 8:34 pm.
The deal probably took longer than he anticipated. He wouldn't miss this. In fact he was probably on his way home right now. Likely speeding down the highway.
Thirty minutes had passed since you assumed he was on his way. Upon your wait, you cracked open a bottle of white wine, poured yourself a glass, and sat on the couch. Cheers huh?
Time ticked on as you awaited his late arrival. One glass turned into two, then three. Then at one point you just stopped going back into the kitchen to refill the glass. Instead you brought the bottle with you to the couch and drank it straight from the spout. Eventually the alcohol broke your barriers down, and your true feelings seeped in.
You were irritated and more importantly fed up, not caring anymore if you would be disturbing him.
When you dialed him, it rang a couple times then went to voicemail. Immediately after you tried again, and instead of ringing that time it went straight to voicemail. The hell?
You sent him a slew of texts afterward.
The way that they noted ‘delivered’ confirmed to you that at least his phone wasn't dead. Which somewhat only pissed you off more, considering that he hadn't yet responded to you. Even with your anger though, you were still hopeful that he’d show up and fulfill his promise. Or at least that he’d do something to make today feel special for you.
At some point he did respond, “I’m running late, but I’ll be there.” The text was vague, but at least he was ok.
Even more time had passed since he responded. So much that you were now tired and completely wasted. Waiting felt like a lost cause. So much that you ended up calling it a night once the large wine bottle ran empty.
Full of anger and irritation you stumbled up the stairs, drunkenly muttering some not so nice things about your husband.
“What an asshole” you sneered, as you utilized the rail for support.
You hadn't even bothered trashing the wine bottle that sits empty in the living room. He could clean it up whenever he gets home. That was if he’d even notice. Truth was that you would likely have to do it tomorrow, but you didn't want to think about it. You just wanted to go to bed.
Red bottom heels dangle from your fingertips as you stand outside of your open bedroom door. You ponder it for a second, then grunt. Instead of walking inside, you make a not so steady beeline to one of the guestrooms down the hall. Fuck him.
You shut the door behind you, and glance at the clock that sits in the corner of the room. 11:36 pm. Fuckkkkk him!
You don't bother with turning the light on as you stumble closer to the bed, "You're gonna love it baby” You mumble to yourself, childishly mocking Rafe and the words that he’d said earlier in the day.
You reach to your back and momentarily wrestle with your zipper. You come out triumphant and slip out of the soft material. Letting it pool at your feet. Next to go were your matching undergarments.
How dare he? No, how could he? Rafe had missed dates before, but it hurt exceptionally more today because it was your birthday.
You scoff as you pull the neatly tucked sheets from their place. It would have been one thing if he told you that something came up or if something happened, but instead he practically screened you. All day at that! The thought of him makes you feel hot, and not in a good way.
If he thinks that he can treat you like this, then come home to sleep in the same bed as you… he would have to be out of his mind. He can sleep alone in the master bedroom for all you care. It’s better anyways that you slept here. His scent alone on the sheets and pillows would have sent you into a fit of rage.
Your mind raced, as you laid there. You were upset, angry, sad, and disappointed. It all eventually brought you to tears, which resulted in you crying yourself to sleep. Alone and drunk, on your birthday.
The sound of a distant crash startles you from your slumber. The loud noise sounded as if a heavy figurine was knocked over. Being that you’re somehow still intoxicated, your mind goes to the worst. What if it’s an intruder?
“Baby? You down here?” you hear an all too familiar voice call from downstairs. You throw your head back into the pillow, thinking that you’d prefer the intruder.
You turn onto your side, facing the direction of the door. You lay there, eyes open, thinking to yourself. Awaiting for his realization. You focus on the sounds of him trekking through the house, knowing that it wouldn't be long before he discovered you here.
He calls your name, again and again, and you just stare off at the wall. Your gaze shifts to the door and to how the light beneath it darkens with a shadow.
“Where the hell are you?” his voice dragged, as he stood just outside the door. He sounded worried along with something else but you couldn't quite place it.
The sound of your phone ringing on the bedside table snaps you out of your daze. It was the specific ringtone you had for Rafe and without hesitation, you close your eyes and pretend as if you’re sleeping. You’d love to chew him out, but you were genuinely exhausted. You didn't want to deal with him tonight. He can grovel for your forgiveness in the morning.
The door creaked open.
“y/n? Are you in here….” His voice trailed off towards the end, probably at the discovery of your ‘sleeping’ frame. You hadn't missed the way his words blended into each other, resemblant of a slur.
The sound of his steps are heavy, unsteady even, as he nears you. His footsteps halt near the bed, leaving the room silent for a brief moment. The faint crumpling of plastic then fills the space. Whatever it is, he sets it on the bedside table before cursing to himself, voice all breathy.
His large hand gently connects with your face and his thumb moves to softly rub your cheek.
“You’re this upset huh?” He sniffles, “Yeah. I guess I fuckin deserve it.”
It became apparent to you quickly that he was drunk. Why was fucking drunk?? Maybe he was even high too from the way he was repeatedly sniffing.
His lips press against your cheek, then to your lips. When he pulls away you think that maybe he’s going to leave you alone. That maybe he realized it was in his best interest to let you be.
You then hear some ruffling sounds, and associate the noise with shifting weight. Was he picking up your clothes?
A cold gust of air rushes you, as the covers suddenly disappear from your body. The chill is fleeting though, dissipating when his rather hot skin presses up against yours. You gasp, at the feel, unable to pretend you were asleep anymore.
“What the-” Your words are cut short when his lips engulf yours.
His hand practically cradles your jaw in his grasp as he attacks your lips with his. Your eyes widen at his behavior, and you instinctively press your hand to his muscular chest. The movement hardly does much to deter him, but you're able to pull away from him.
His eyes are half lidded and his lips are parted, desperate and wanting, as you stare at him in awe.
“Get off” you sneer out of disgust. He not only reeks of liquor but he tastes like it too. How the hell did he even drive home like this?
“Relax.” He coos as he caresses your jaw. There’s this intense look in his eyes when he continues, “It’s me.”
“I know that.” You tut, “And I don't care. Get out.”
You were now upset for more than a few reasons. He was visibly fucked up, he blew you off to get like this, and on top of it all he drove home like this!
“You’re mad… I- I’m sorry alright?” He blinked slowly, “The investors took the deal- and they wanted to get drinks- and we- I lost track of time… and-”
“I don’t want to hear it” you snap, “Get out, and leave me alone.”
“I’m sorry…” He leans in to kiss you, as if that were to make things better. You tilt your head away evading his lips, and he rolls his eyes back into his head. “I’ll make it up to you. Look I promise.”
He tugs your head back in his direction and presses his lips to yours. You whine, out in protest but he doesn't care. His hand moves to your shoulder, and roughly nudges you so that you now lay on your back. His lips never leave yours as he positions himself between your legs.
With his movements, you feel his hard member press up against your inner thigh. It makes you gasp which only grants him access to your tongue. He swirls his against yours, overpowering you with the tastes of liquor and desperation. When his head moves to burrow between your neck and shoulder his breath fans against your clavicle.
“Let me start making it up to you now, hm?” His words sprout goosebumps along your skin.
Your focus drifts, when his member lines up with your slit. The initial connection makes you feel tingly. Then when his hips start to slowly grind against yours, pleasure begins to seep in.
His lips are relentless against yours, as his tip now glides effortlessly along your clit. The feel has a slight rush going to your head, while your core clenches needily at nothing.
It was embarrassing that you were physically responding to him like this. Even mad at him, he had an affect on you. Your body had practically given in to him, but you surely weren't going to allow him the verbal or emotional satisfaction along with it.
“Rafe seriously get off.”
“Relax, alright. Let me treat my birthday girl” He murmurs, before pressing his face into your chest latching onto one of your perked nipples.
“Rafe-” You could feel a fucking cascade surge within you, as he laved at your chest. Shit.
His large hand rests at your ribs as he sucks and rolls his tongue against your bud. He alternates between the two, teasing and biting at your soft skin. All while continuing to rock against your slit. … and fuck does it feel good.
His head raises from your chest, and he sports a devious smirk. “Always so sensitive here, huh? Making a mess all over my cock and I havent even fuck you yet.”
Heat flows to your face, and you look away from him irritated. He could be so cocky, and he was in no position to be! Not after his actions today!
Within an instant his hand swiftly grasps your face, forcing you to keep eye contact with him.
“Baby you’re soaked, stop denying me.”
He closes the distance between your lips, but before they connect you tilt your head up. Throwing him a curve ball this time. You hardly get to relish on your victory, when his hand slips away from your jaw and his fingers curl around your throat.
His grip tightens, and you gasp, as he possessively presses his lips to yours.
“Don’t piss me off. Try me again and see what happens.”
The restriction of air makes it hard for you to pace your breaths, and an uncontrollable moan slips out as he works your clit.
That devilish grin appears on his face again. Then all at once he sheathes himself into you. Warmth spreads throughout your body and your focus falls to the soft moans that escape from his lips. His soft, pink, pretty lips that hover just over yours.
His eyes are half lidded as he rocks into you, completely and utterly blissed out.
“God you feel so fucking good” He praises.
You snap out of your fucked out daze, and remeber that you had to be strong. You needed to prove your point.
“This isn't me-” you gasp at a particularly deep stroke, “This isn't me forgiving you. I’m still mad at you”
His hips are slow and calculated as he thrusts into yours. “Is that right?” He chuckles lowly, “You’re so mad at me… that why you're dripping around me and sucking me in? Is that it huh?”
His pace quickens, stroking along your walls just right. Making you so sensitive. You hate how good he’s making you feel. The swirl of emotions and confliction and alcohol has your lips parting.
“Fuck you” you whine out.
He snickers at that. Which meant nothing good.
His pace increases almost instantaneously. He pounds into you, harder and less gentle than before. His hand moves to splay along one of your thighs. Pinning it to the mattress to further spread your legs open for him.
The new angle allows him to reach new depths that make your vision go spotty. His hand tightens around your airways, and the pleasure has you clenching your eyes shut. You were close, you could feel it.
“Please” you moan out, not sure what exactly you're begging for at this point. “Please”
As soon as the pleas fall from your tongue, he pulls out of you. The emptiness has you longing and aching to be filled again.
He flips you over, so that you're laying on your tummy. Your face gets buried into a pillow and a lewd muffled moan escapes your mouth when he buries himself inside you again.
He holds you down at your waist, fucking you into the mattress with a silent rage.
“You hear that?” he taunts, knowing damn well that all you can hear is the sound of your smothered moans.
To your surprise his hand snakes around your neck, lifting you from the pillow. The sound of you squelching around him accompanied by the slapping of skin fills the air. Oh that sound.
At this rate you can hardly remember what you were holding out for.
Your gaze trails to the bedside table, more so what sits on top of it. A bouquet of flowers. Fuck maybe he actually is sorry.
You feel your walls begin to tighten. Your orgasm was approaching fast and you didn't know how much longer you could last. His pace was relentless.
“Rafe slow down” you whine, and pout.
He drops your head back into the pillow, then presses his chest to your back. His ragged breath fans over your ears.
“You feel too fucking good.” He continues stroking your walls, “You make it so hard to stop. Shit maybe I shouldn’t stop. Maybe I should fuck you all night and give you a baby as a birthday gift huh?”
You grab a fistfull of the fitted sheet as your walls flutter and tighten around him. Letting the waves of electricity flow through you as he continues fucking you through it.
“Already such a perfect little housewife, the only thing missing is a little one running around. Isn’t that right?”
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Tags: established relationship, daddy issues for both reader and rafe, canon ward (boooo!🍅)
Summary: Rafe looses his temper because you don't want to move in with him quite yet… I wc: 4.3k
Notes: inspired by this, tbh there may be mistakes but idc. tumblr is giving me sm shit rn so idk if this is gonna even show up lol, fingers crossed.
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You set the wine glasses in the sink, careful not to break them. As you turn on the faucet, you feel Rafe press up against you. He casually invades your space to place a kiss on the side of your forehead.
“He really cares about you, you know?”
“I do baby.” you murmur, as you rinse out the red residue. “I appreciate how he treats me like family, it’s nice.”
Rafe’s father is the ‘he’ you’re referring to. The first time you’d met him you were under the impression that he’d be uptight and arrogant. His business brings their family great wealth, and people with such money have a certain way of acting. You knew from first hand experience with your own father, before he passed.
Your dad was far from perfect but he’d never done anything horrible to you, ever. You were his princess, and he was practically your idol. Well… up until you realized that even though he was perfect to you, he wasn't like that to others. He lacked faithfulness and was a lair. As you grew older, you began to notice more things. Like how he wasn’t attentive, how he was entitled, and how he hardly listened to most of the things you’d tell him. After he passed was when you truly started to differentiate between him as a father and him as a person.
Since then, you found yourself less trusting of older men, especially rich ones. Considering where you live though, it’s merely impossible to steer clear of them. More often than not the demographic proved your point whenever you found yourself in the same setting as them.
To your surprise though, Ward was different. He made an effort to get to know you as an individual. It feels like he sees you as your own person and not just some extension of his son. More importantly he never makes you feel like you’re an obligation. When you speak he listens. When you need advice, you know you can go to him. He also constantly checks in on you, and ensures you never feel left out. Within the year you’ve been with his son, you can feel in your heart that Ward’s grown to genuinely care for you. And oddly enough, you felt the same for him.
“That’s because you are family” Rafe assures you while pressing his lips to your shoulder. You can feel his hands wander from your hips and up your blouse, as you lather up a glass.
“Babe” you playfully laugh at the affection, squirming under his touch. “Are you trying to get us in trouble?”
His sole response is a hum, then he continues to feel you up.
Usually you adore Rafes affections. But right now you’re all too aware that it’s not just you and him in the house. In the distance you can hear Ward arguing with someone in his office. The impromptu business call cut lunch between the three of you short. Hence why you were cleaning up.
“I don’t know, I think he’s pretty occupied.” Rafe teases and you don't say anything to that.
His hand roves along your tummy and all you can imagine is the disappointed look on Ward’s face if he were to find the two of you in such a compromising position. The thought makes you stiff, and Rafe must've taken notice because almost immediately after his touch disappears from your skin.
He remains close though, choosing to lean against the counter right beside you, watching you closely as you finish with the last glass. You shut the faucet off and tilt your body in his direction, taking notice of how he’s gazing down at you. Appearing deep in thought.
“What are you thinking about?” You ask softly, closing the small distance between you both.
He momentarily looks away from you to stare off ahead at nothing. You lean into him patiently waiting for a response. There was a subtle shift in energy in the spacious kitchen, and an almost foreboding feeling that you chose to ignore.
He straightens to his full height, tilting his head as he scratches his jaw. “Earlier. You said something, and I’ve been thinking about it.”
“Did I say something wrong?” you joke aiming to lighten the mood. When he doesn’t laugh, you raise a confused brow. “Wait- did I say something?”
The way his eyes dart to yours unsettles you. The irritated look on his face tells you that you may have said the wrong thing.
When it comes to your boyfriend you're usually pretty good at navigating his feelings, however you’re not perfect. It was something you’d learned to do quickly, after realizing how intense his emotions can be. Like when he would come to you sobbing, you knew just the right things to say to get him calmed down. Same when he was mad, you knew how to talk him down before he made others suffer. Rafe’s endless ability to feel, good and bad, is one of the things you love most about him because it shows that he is imperfectly human. He’s different from your selfish, ingenuine peers.
His arms cross over his chest, and he glances over you, “You tell me.”
A slight weight settles in your chest and you start to feel pressure to figure out what exactly you said. You think back to the short lived lunch. You remember saying how you were proud of Rafe for moving up a position at Cameron development… You recall the conversation about your birthday approaching soon… Then it dawns on you.
You remember the glare he gave you when you answered his fathers question. It was subtle, and you assumed that it was because of what his dad asked, not about what you said...
“Is it what I said about us moving in together?”
He erupts at that, “Course it is y/n. What kind of answer was that? Do you know how embarrassing that was?”
You blink at him in awe, not understanding. You thought you worded it perfectly. But, apparently you guys weren't on the same page.
You speak slowly, “Babe, I didn't mean to embarrass you.” You think about your next words wisely but before you can put them together he’s hurling you another question at you.
“Why don’t you think we’re ready?” The question sounds almost accusatory.
You hold back a sigh, and look at the marble floor. There’s so many reasons… yet you lump them together in too little of an explanation. “Living together is a big step.”
When you meet his gaze again his expression is unreadable. Which in your case is not good being that you rely so heavily on it. You dart between his eyes searching for any kind of hint to how he's feeling, but it was like everything had been washed away. He appeared numb. Bleak. Empty.
His cold eyes peer into yours making you shrivel in on yourself, “I feel like you're lying to me” he airs.
You shake your head, “I’m not.”
He slowly moves away from the counter to stand directly in front of you.
“Big step.” he mocks slowly, “You know to me that sounds like an excuse, not a reason.”
“Rafe.”
“Are you unsure about a future with me or something? Is that it?”
Your mouth falls open, “No. No, not at all. I’m more than sure I want to be with you.” You reach for his hand, intertwining yours with his “I promise.” For a brief moment you notice how his eyes gleam at your assurance, like everything’s alright again.
The glimmer of hope makes you feel the need to continue on, thinking he’d understand. “Living together is something I want to do with you, just not necessarily now. It’s a lot. We’d have to figure out finances, do a lot of planning, you know?”
The soft look in his blue orbs dies within seconds of you finishing the sentence. A sneer appears on his face as he lets go of your hand. His head shakes in disagreeance.
“I’d take care of all of that though, so I don't know why you're saying that like it's something to worry about.”
It was like you were talking to a brick wall.
“Rafe, my love. It’s not entirely on you to do though, it's something we do together.” You breach his space and wrap your arms around his muscular torso. “I’m sorry, ok?”
It’s silent between you two for a moment. When he brings his arms around you, and rests his chin on your head, you let out a small breath of relief.
“I have something for you. It was supposed to be a surprise for your birthday but I’d rather just tell you now.”
“Oh really?” you murmur into his chest, glad that the conversation is taking a turn from the direction it’d previously been in.
His fingers caress up your back as he speaks, “Uh huh. The company’s developing a house on the east side of figure 8. If construction stays on top of it, it should be done in a few weeks around your birthday.”
Unease brews in your gut, and you hope that he’s talking about using this house as a party venue, and not for what you’re so anxiously thinking.
“You see, my dad thinks it’d be a good place for us to… to start, and I agree with him.”
Within an instant you feel your heart drop.
This was why he didn't like your answer, why he felt embarrassed, and why he was so adamant on wanting to know why you weren't ready. You pull away from him, mouth parted from shock. Your hands slide down your face.
“A house… ?” You ask out of disbelief, “No Rafe. Our first place together isn’t going to be a house. It can't be.” The words come out in a way that makes you seem certain. On the outside it may appear as if you're handling the information well, but he doesn't know how your heart hammers in your chest and how badly your nerves are tingling throughout your limbs. “An apartment is reasonable, but a house? No.”
“Look, I don't think you understand y/n”
Trust you understand well and clear what’s going on and it makes your airways tight. You look up at the ceiling and take notice of how it’s slowly starting to spin. You look away and take a deep breath before directing your attention back towards your boyfriend. However you can't seem to focus on him.
Your growing need for oxygen moves you past him, and out of the kitchen. Your legs have a mind of their own as they guide you down the hall. The sight of the front door brings some relief to your lungs. In just a few more steps you’d be out there.
However, your track of mind changes when you're yanked at your forearm to a complete stop.
You stand just outside of Ward's closed office doors and the older man's voice is much clearer now as he continues to shout over the phone.
“Where the hell are you going?” Rafe grits out, wide eyed and brows furrowed.
“I need some air.” You confess. You attempt to tug your arm free but his grasp doesn't loosen, instead it does the opposite. You turn to him, “Let go. Seriously I need-”
“Stop trying to run away and fucking listen to me. He bought the place already. For you and me, It's ours.” His eyes flicker between yours anticipating a response. Your blood runs cold as you stare back at him.
What the hell was this? This is crazy, no? Who just buys a house for someone without as much as even a discussion? It’s utterly blindsiding.
“Why?” is all you can muster up.
“I told you, he cares about you. He- he cares about us and wants us to have a good future together.” He explains, while tapping at his chest.
Still holding you in place, he stalks closer. You feel his other hand graze up your neck, and rest at your jaw. His thumb gently brushes the area. “Say something.”
You flicker up at him, struggling to maintain eye contact. “I don’t know what to say…”
A muscle in his tight jaw twitches as he stares down at you, “I don’t know, how about thank you?”
Sadness clouds your features, “Rafe this is such a sweet gesture. I mean it, it’s the nicest I’ve ever gotten. But it’s too soon.”
You guys had barely just celebrated your one year. Now what? You were supposed to up and move into a home together? That’s absurd to you. Especially because you associate a house with marriage and children, and you surely aren't ready for that either.
He tilts your head upward, forcing you to meet his intensely dark gaze. He trails your eyes as he speaks, ensuring that your attention is on him.
“This isn't the type of gift you refuse y/n. It would be stupid of you to do that… and you’re not gonna make me look bad because you’re a little scared.”
His words cascade you with an overwhelming amount of emotions, and a frown appears on your face.
“I need time to think.”
To your surprise, your cheeks are then squeezed together by his large hand and you whine out of discomfort.
“Y/n there’s no thinking about this'' His tongue quickly rolls over his lip, “it’s happening whether you like it or not.” He finishes with a snarl.
Your eyes widen, out of pure shock, and your hand flies up to tug his away from your face. “The hell it is.” You scowl at him.
Within an instant your face is whipped to the side, and a stinging pain blossoms in your cheek. It’s as if time stopped.
You draw in a deep breath, and take a moment to admit to yourself that your boyfriend just slapped you. In disbelief you turn your head slowly to look back at him. There’s this empty look in his eyes that elicits a prickle in your waterline. It’s weird because you don’t know what hurts more, the fact that he hit you or the fact that he appears to not care that he did it.
His touch feels like poison, when he pulls you closer to him. Your noses are practically touching, as he hovers over you.
“You should be grateful,” he spat lowly.
Your eyes wander his face, and it’s the first time you register the feeling of fear towards Rafe.
The click sound of a lock and twist of a doorknob pulls you from your daze. You turn your attention towards where the noise came from, and Ward stands at his doorway in awe at the scene before him.
Time feels slowed, which makes it easier for you to notice the little things. You watch as the older man looks down at where Rafe has a tight grip on you. The attention there makes you anxiously lick your lip, inadvertently forcing a metallic taste onto your tongue. Pain follows almost immediately at the discovery.
You could see the moment it all clicked for Ward.
His eyebrows rose and he reeled back in disgust. Time went back to normal within an instant when he stepped in and detached Rafe from you. He shoved him up against the other door harshly. So hard that the wood rattled from the pressure.
The older man shouts at his son with vitriol laced in his voice. You don’t hear anything he’s saying, as you’re completely in your own head replaying what happened. The memory and the pain you're left with not only in your face, but in your heart, finally brings you to tears.
Wards familiar voice coos at you, “y/n honey….” His face is solemn, as he takes in your shakenness.
He reaches out to you and you flinch uncontrollably. “Oh sweetheart” he frowns, as he pulls you into a consoling hug. You lean into him, and sob into his chest while he caresses the back of your head. When he pulls away your gaze wanders behind him to Rafe’s cold eyes.
“Hey, hey. Look at me, not him. I’m gonna handle this alright. You trust me, don’t you?” You slightly nod, then deeply sniffle. He rubs your shoulder, “Go sit in my office while I deal with him, ok?”
You move on autopilot, cradling your arms around yourself as you sit down on the couch. Ward had the doors closed, but you could hear everything. There’s a loud shove into the door that makes you twitch.
“What the hell have you done?! I want to hear it from your mouth!” There’s another shove, “Tell me exactly what you did! I want to hear you admit it!”
Your knee shakes and you can’t help but continue to listen.
Rafe’s voice is low but clear.
“I hit her” there’s a pause, “But I don’t care that I did”
You feel your heart crack at that. How can he not care?
There’s then a sound that can be clearly identified as a smack, which makes you wince. Another follows accompanied by rustling.
“You are a damn fuck up Rafe! You know how lucky you are to have even found a girl like her! To have someone be that patient with you! To stick around you considering how screwed up you are! You disappointment me…” You hear panting, and wonder how aggressive Ward had been, almost worried about Rafe. “If you know what’s best for you, you’re going to fix this!”
The door rattles again. Then it opens with a click. Ward walks in first and Rafe follows behind at a distance. The blonde stops a few feet before you yet Ward continues in the direction of his desk, stopping at his mini fridge.
You glare up at Rafe, through blurry eyes and make out how his cheek burns bright red and how his jaw’s set tight.
“I’m sorry,” He murmurs, with not an ounce of remorse.
Your anger bubbles up quickly and takes over, pushing you to get up and shove him in the chest. He hardly moves as you shove him again and again. The most you get out of him is a few quickenned blinks.
Ward eventually steps between the two of you with one of his hands going to your shoulder to hold you back.
“Sweetheart I know, I know. He deserves it alright? You can have at him in just a second. First I need you to let me see how bad this lip is.”
He brings a handkerchief to your lip and you wince when he goes over a painful spot.
“There we go, almost done.” He pulls away, balling the fabric in his hand. “Just a little wound, it’ll heal alright with some time.''
He looks at you with kind eyes, before handing you a cold pack. You bring it up to your cheek and thank him, all sniffly. He gives you a kiss on the forehead in response, “Course dear. How about we sit… yeah? We should talk about everything that just happened…”
You nod and he gestures to one of the seats in front of his desk. You take it, and he does the same with the seat behind his desk and Rafe still stands over by the couch, brooding.
“Sit down Rafe” Ward commands, in a harsh voice. There was a large contrast in comparison to how his tone was so soft with you.
Eventually, you hear Rafe slump into the chair beside yours but you refuse to look at him. Instead, you give your attention to Ward as he starts speaking.
“I think it’s fair to say everyone’s emotions are high right now. Some are more reasonable than others, yes?” Ward slightly curves his lip up at you, then scowls in Rafe’s direction.
“It’s truly unacceptable, what’s happened… I don't even know where he'd learn to do something like that.” He puffs.
It isn't hard for you to realize where he learned it from, the dots connected right in front of you. Literally. Still though it wasn't ok for him to do it to you.
For some reason though you still feel empathy towards Rafe, likely because of how harsh his own father is being towards him.
You glance over at Rafe and take in how he’s looking down at his lap, tail completely tucked. Perhaps what he’d done was finally starting to set in.
“With that said…”, Ward continues “Our emotions can sometimes get the best of us, and sometimes they can push us to make rash impulsive decisions. You know?” The older man directs his gaze at you as he continues on. “I think it’s something important to consider. It’s just-” he sighs “I don't want anyone making any decision that they might regret over what’s transpired here today.”
You hum, at that. Thinking over his words and trying to figure out what he’s getting on about.
“I want you to know y/n that I will be handling him, ok? He’ll never do anything like this again. For as long as you are together and as I’m alive. I promise you that.”
You blink at his assumption that you still want to be with his son. Your eyes stick to the ground and your voice comes out weak, “Sir. I don’t think I want-” you cut yourself off with a sigh. Your teary eyes look up at the graying man.“I don’t think I can be with him anymore.”
“I understand.” he swallows with a nod, “Look you know I want the best for you right? I would never force you to stay with him, that’s your decision. However, I want you to make sure you’re really thinking before you make that decision.”
“I- What’s there to think about?” you question.
He hit you.
“There’s a lot to think about. I mean look at the relationship you two have created, how much you love each other, how much he loves you. Let me ask you this, has he ever hit you before this?” You shake your head no,
“See. That’s something, and it shows how this was a one time mistake… that won’t happen again.”
You gnaw your lip, considering the older man’s words.
“Listen hon, I’m not trying to sway your decision. I truly just love having you around. You may or may not know but I practically consider you as my daughter in law” he laughs softly “As for Rafe though, I can see how much he loves you.. I mean you make him a better person. I've never seen him happier than with you. I feel like you know better than anyone how he is and unfortunately how he can get sometimes. And that’s not an excuse. It’s my fault if anyone’s really, I knew that he wasn't well and I neglected it but I’m gonna get him the help he needs.”
You think over Ward’s words. It’s always been kind of apparent to you that Rafe’s needed some kind of help. You’ve been aware of the fact that he struggles with managing his emotions but you thought you were helping him get better at that. Today proved you wrong though.
Wards guidance does make you think though.
You and Rafe have been together a while and within the time he’d never done anything like this before. Also Ward was making a promise that he wouldn't let it happen again, and that he’d get his son help. With all of these solutions being proposed, you didn't want to just give up on Rafe. Because deep down you do love him and only want him to be the best version of himself.
“Well…” You murmur more so to yourself as you’re still unsure.
“He’ll be better, I promise you that. Right Rafe?”
You both look at the blonde and he slightly shuffles in his chair, and sniffles out a “Yeah”.
“How’d this even happen?” Ward questions and you sniffle.
“Um- He told me about the house and I told him I wasn’t ready”
He deflates in his chair, and shakes his head. “Oh my god… I think this is all a misunderstanding. Look… the house wasn't supposed to be something that made you feel pressured. It’ll always be there, for whenever you both are ready. I’m not gonna sell it” He chuckled, “It’s my gift to you”
Your heart swells at that assurance. “Are you sure?”
“Of course. Look at it this way, there are plenty of options for you guys with the place. When it’s ready I could get it furnished and you both can come and go as you please. Or maybe you guys can even do a trial run for a month to see how you like it.” He leans back in his chair. “Again no pressure, I’m just throwing suggestions out there”
“That… that would be nice” You hum.
“Great” Ward smiles “Hey how about we go take a look at it now. We can do a walk through, see how it's coming along., and maybe we can even go to dinner after, I owe it to you guys. I did cut lunch short.”
You look over at Rafe, to gauge your answer. His eyes are now brimmed with water. You reach out a hand to him. “Baby. I’m not mad at you ok?” you whisper as you intertwine your fingers with his. A tear streams down his cheek as he looks at you with soft familiar eyes.
He squeezes your hand, with a nod. “I screwed up… I’m screwed up.”
“Babe, it’s ok. You’re gonna get help, which is good. I still love you, so much ok? Nothing’s changed alright? I promise. Let’s go see the house, yeah?”
notes! i wanted to clarify that ward is absolutely motivated by selfish reasons and has impure intentions. he knows that reader trusts him and he uses that to his advantage to get her to stay with rafe. why does he do that? he knows that rafe isn’t necessarily as much of a problem if reader is around. he cares about protecting the family name and reputation more than her. alsooo the way that ward is treating reader (as in him being nice to her and not him) will deff harbor some resentment and jealousy in rafe! im sure nobody wanted this explanation but i wanted to give it lol.
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warnings — MDNI; dark!rafe is downright creepy in this one, NONCON, stalking, drugging, kidnapping, swearing, sexual assault + mentions of, somnophilia, implied dacryphilia, brief mentions of violence/murder, slighttttt gunplay at the end, lmk if i’m missing anything
summary — rafe acts on his twisted fantasy of picking up a drunk girl at a bar and having his way with her…
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Rafe Cameron never struggled with picking up girls. The opposite sex always threw themselves at him, desperate in every sense of the word.
Getting girls was easy.
But all Rafe ever seemed to do was work, work, work. So keeping them around, doing more than just fucking them, that was the real challenge.
He didn’t have much time outside of running the Cameron family business to maintain a relationship.
So Rafe usually funded his pleasure through sex workers, people he could pay to fulfill his needs in the bedroom.
It was nice. Easy, convenient.
He could pay them to let him do just about anything to them, or vice versa.
But he started to get tired of the same old, same old.
And he didn’t crave the pleasure enough to outweigh his craving for control, for the power he could possess in the bedroom.
Sex workers became predictable, and boring. Rafe could only find so much attractive about a woman selling her body for money.
It was the ultimate act of desperation, and it honestly repulsed him. He was so much better than the women who accepted his money in exchange for being his personal set of holes for the hour, most of which were pogues.
So tonight, Rafe wanted to take a different route to pleasure.
It was a route he’d tried a handful of times before, a fantasy he started acting out after enough thought and planning.
Rafe had dark thoughts that swirled in his mind when it came to sex.
Thoughts that went past what any normal person would consider appropriate, or healthy…
Thoughts that included picking up a drunk girl from the street, taking her back to his place and having his way with her.
He figured a bar was a nice place to start, and that’s how he ended up here, at the local pub a few towns over. He had to pick something a reasonable distance away from his house.
And there were prospects everywhere.
Rafe’s eyes bounced from girl to girl, gauging how drunk they were, how much skin they showed, how good of a time he thought they might be outside the liveliness of these four walls.
His imagination could only stretch so far with each unsuspecting subject he eyed...
Until they landed on one girl in particular.
Something about you stood out to him. He wasn’t sure if it was the glitter on your eyelids or the dainty bows in your hair, but you had his full attention from the moment he laid eyes on you.
Throughout the entirety of the night, Rafe was never far behind you. His eyes followed you multiple times to the bar, to the restroom, to the outdoor patio, to the dance floor.
He was so hyperfocused on you despite the abundance of people, music, and endless distractions.
The boy watched from a high-top table as you made your way up to the bar for what seemed like the tenth time. You leaned over the counter, whispering something in the bartender’s ear.
Rafe took a long drawl from his glass, swallowing down the burning liquid as curious eyes trailed lower, down to your skirt, which was hiked up slightly, offering a nice spread of your ass cheeks to the patrons behind you.
You seemed to be alone at the bar now, even better for Rafe.
He started to approach when the bartender slid a glass your way, until he slid another one right after.
His one-track mind hadn’t even noticed your friend following you around, too.
Rafe paused just in time for another girl to join you at the counter, and his face fell.
He’d have to drug the both of you, he concluded almost immediately.
A rational person might have found it scary how fast, how easy it was for Rafe to decide to drug two people instead of just one.
As if it was an obvious decision.
He finished off his drink while the two of you staggered over to the dance floor, his eyes never leaving you.
Eventually, Rafe was able to sneak close enough to slip one tiny pill into each glass before retreating back to his table.
Watching from afar, a surge of nervousness rolled through him when you took a skeptical glance down at your cup at one point. He was relieved when you finished the drink though, followed by your friend.
And only minutes later, his plan had sprung into motion.
Rafe watched the two of you stumble towards the bathroom, hardly able to hold each other up before disappearing past the wooden barrier.
The next time the door opened, it was about 5 minutes later.
He was surprised to see your friend by herself.
Rafe watched a random guy approach and grab the girl by her shoulders.
He could faintly make out a, ‘where’s Y/N?’, somewhere in the words he spoke. The guy said something else to the girl before physically turning her around and sending her back into the bathroom.
Rafe assumed this guy knew the two of you, and was telling your friend to go look for you.
Good, he thought. He was eager to get this show on the road, as was the growing situation in his pants.
Rafe stayed put, waiting to watch the scene unfold.
More than five minutes had passed when your friend reemerged again, yet still no sign of you.
The same guy from earlier clearly noticed this too. He tried to stop your friend, but she seemed so…out of it. Like she couldn’t see or hear the boy in front of her, she just stumbled along the wall right past him.
The guy stood outside of the bathroom for what felt like an hour, but ended up being close to 10 minutes before he finally dissapated into the mass of people.
Again, Rafe stayed put.
But his patience meter was ticking in the red.
He wanted to burst into that bathroom and pull you out himself. He was eager to get his hands on his target since he picked you out.
Enough time passed to leave Rafe wondering if he’d only imagined you going into the bathroom with your friend. You hadn’t come out in so long, despite the waves of people flooding in and out of the small space.
Eventually, he got his answer.
The next time Rafe saw you, you were being dragged out of the restroom by people who weren’t your friends.
Two very pissed off looking bar employees had you by either arm, clumsily escorting you from the bathroom.
The two of them were hardly enough to support your weight as you slumped against them, feet dragging underneath you on the sticky floor.
Most people in the bar turned their heads only for a moment. A drunk girl wasn’t much of a surprise on a Saturday night.
Rafe though, saw an opportunity, and he acted fast.
“Hey, hey,” he blurted out as he took confident steps towards the group. It never would’ve been obvious that he had any reservations about approaching, shoulders broad and chest puffed out as he walked up.
The workers stopped, causing your head to fall between your shoulders.
Rafe reached an arm towards you, a show of concern for the employees.
“Damn baby, what happened? Where have you been?”
He turned back to the workers, “What did she do?”
The employee on your left clearly posessed less patience than the other. “She was passed out drunk in the bathroom, holding up the line.”
The one on your right looked a bit more skeptical, more empathetic towards the girl who couldn’t even hold her own head up as she asked, “you know this girl?”
Rafe chuckled slightly, nodding even as he lied, “this is my girlfriend.” He was met with nothing but silence, which he quickly realized he was expected to fill.
Rafe was glad he’d heard that guy say your name earlier, so he could address you next instead.
“Y/N, you good baby? Where’d your friend go?” If he was your real boyfriend, he would probably be extremely concerned with your current state, but Rafe knew exactly what was going on. He was glad the bartenders assumed you were just drunk.
And glad you’d all but blacked out by the time they found you so you couldn’t try to spin any other narrative.
The more compassionate employee remembered seeing you with another friend at the bar, so she couldn’t help but buy into Rafe’s story.
Even more so as he continued, “she went to the bathroom with her friend forever ago, I’ve been looking for her for like 20 minutes.” He hoped he was convincing.
The two shared a look before the impatient one snapped, “well she needs to leave. She’s way too drunk to stay here. We won’t serve her anymore,” Rafe slid his arm around your waist like it was second nature as the bartender explained the predicament.
“No worries,” Rafe started as the entirety of your body weight was transferred over to him, “so sorry about her. Let’s get you home baby,” he tucked your smaller frame into his side, pulling you through the sea of drunk people towards the door.
The workers didn’t say much else, only followed Rafe to the door as he struggled to lug you towards the exit.
You were mumbling things he couldn’t make out, hardly able to summon your lips to move. You couldn’t even hold your arms up, completely reliant on Rafe’s hold to keep you from falling out of his arms.
The employees waved him off, and Rafe stepped over the threshold.
And just like that, he’d made off with his target, hardly opposed by anyone.
Once he made it far enough away from the bar, once he was sure he was out of sight, the curtain closed on his concerned boyfriend act.
Rafe’s movements became much rougher, much less cautious as he ushered the girl down the street.
It only took a few feet for Rafe to realize he’d be better off carrying you, so he scooped you into his arms.
He held you close on the dark street, his truck coming into view as he neared the parking lot.
Rafe wasn’t worried about the fact that your pulse had slowed a dangerous amount when he clutched your limp frame to his chest.
He probably should’ve been, but he concerned himself with other things as he walked.
Like the fact that you smelled heavenly.
Whatever perfume you wore infiltrated his nose as soon as he lifted you up, and the notes of floral and citrus were enthralling.
You skin was so soft, even hours after you’d been able to apply any type of lotion.
Your body shook in his hold, and Rafe instinctively held you closer when he realized you were cold.
“It’s okay, m’gonna take real good care of you…”
He was easily able to manuver you into the backseat with just one arm once he got to the car.
There was no need for a seatbelt, you couldn’t hold yourself up to use one anyway. Rafe let you just lay on the backseat, sprawled out and unresponsive to the world as he took off down the road.
—
Rafe didn’t need to restrain you. You were virtually lifeless, all but paralyzed from the drug he’d slipped into your drink when he finally dragged you through his house.
He knew this, but he still lifted your arms above your head and wound a rope around your wrists, securing them to the headboard of the bed you were laid out on.
Rafe knew you were unable to fight against him, he just enjoyed the added visual confirmation.
His eyes trailed down from the restraint to your lips, which were parted slightly, eliciting a string of lewd thoughts from the boy.
He wanted to use your mouth. Badly.
He wanted to shove his cock so far down your throat, then watch in sick satisfaction as you choked on it. He imagined how watery your eyes would be, how much drool would be dribbling down your chin as you struggled to take his length in its entirety. He wondered how much you’d try to pull up for air, how hard he’d have to tug and pull on your hair to keep your lips mounted around his cock…
But he wouldn’t. He knew it’d be a struggle to keep your teeth out of the way while he fucked your face, something he learned from past experience…drugged girls can’t necessarily give the best head.
But the pussy was always good.
And Rafe could hardly wait to find out if you lived up to the other girls he’d experimented on with the drug before.
So he lifted your head off of the pillow and strapped the gag around your face, letting the fabric dip into your mouth. Just in case, he told himself.
He couldn’t stop himself from crawling onto the bed, hovering over your limp figure with a knee planted on either side of your legs.
He could only imagine how painfully frustrating it had to be to lack the ability to move, to do anything to stop what was bound to happen.
The power to fight back had been stolen from you, and he wondered if you felt as weak and depleated as you looked already.
The unwarranted touch trailed up your bare thighs, fingers grazing your skin and stopping just beneath the hem of your skirt.
Rafe lifted his gaze, measuring your reaction as large hands pushed your legs open, one then magnetizing to your clothed clit.
Fingertips brushed against the cloth covering your sensitive bud, and he felt your leg tense just slightly under his other hand.
As much as Rafe would’ve loved to see and feel you squirm and struggle against the inevitable, he also loved the fact that you couldn’t. The drug he administered robbed you of that ability.
You had no choice but to lay there and accept your fate, and that only turned him on even more.
Rafe was practically foaming at the mouth when he pressed his dick down against your stomach. He was already rock hard, had been since the bartenders handed you over to him, like a child to its father.
But the blood was pumping like crazy now to the muscle between his legs, which was begging to be set free from the confines of his boxers.
The girl pinned beneath him made a poor attempt at verbally protesting the unwanted advance, but Rafe only chuckled.
Breathless whines and whimpers were even hard for you to manage under the effects of the drug. He was amused by your sad excuse of a cry.
His pants were off quick, denim discarded in a heap on the carpet.
Rafe easily flipped your skirt up with one hand while the other moved your panties to the side, offering a preview of your bare cunt to a set of wide blue eyes.
The thin fabric was pulled from your sex, bunched it up and brought just under Rafe’s nose.
His nostrils flared as they drew in the remnants of you, his dirty mind savoring your sweet scent long after he shoved the wadded up material underneath the mattress.
He’d come back to those later, he decided.
He freed his erection, which was immediately subdued by his large hand.
“God, look at you…” Rafe started, palming his length slowly.
You looked like you could be asleep, if he didn’t know better. Your face looked so relaxed, even with the tight fabric forcing your lips apart, digging into your skin. Your elbows caved in on both sides of your face as your arms hung loosely above your head.
“All weak and defenseless…I bet its frustrating not being able to move, huh?” He smirked, like he was amused at the thought. His voice was low, raspy as he gingerly pumped his shaft.
Rafe was speaking to no one.
Sure, you weren’t entirely unconscious, but you might as well have been.
You couldn’t register what was being said, couldn’t fix your lips to say anything in response.
Still, Rafe continued.
“Are you scared?” The smirk kept tugging at the corners of his lips as he posed the question genuinely. Rafe was curious by all accounts, even though you had no way of satiating his questions.
“It’s okay if you are. S’okay to be scared…” he assured you, subconsciously reassuring a past version of himsself at the same time.
His hands moved to pull your top above your chest. Rafe was in awe at the sight of your perky rounds of flesh as they were revealed to him.
“I’m gonna take good care of you though, don’t worry…”
Large hands latched onto your breasts, toying with them, rolling your sensitive buds between his fingers, which hardened quickly.
Rafe trailed the back of the same hand down your stomach, stopping just under your bellybutton. He watched as a series of chills erupted around his touch.
He took a second to admire your bare cunt, on full display for him as he hovered over you.
Rafe had been with enough girls to know the difference between one who shaves and one who waxes.
It was clear you were the latter, coincidentally feeding into his preference. The fresh canvas evidenced a recent trip to the salon.
A groan pulled from Rafe’s lips as his fingers skimmed over your polished folds, already slick with your arousal.
Even in your drugged out state, even against your will, you still found pleasure in this, just like he did. Just like the other girls. You were no better than he was, which meant what he was doing couldn’t be that bad… right?
That’s what he told himself as he slid two fingers into you, not even bothering to start with just one.
Your back curved up off of the bed at the intrusion, despite your disorientation. Rafe didn’t miss the arch you offered him.
You wanted this, he told himself.
Your outfit left too little to the imagination for you to not have been anticipating this. You were practically asking for it.
Luckily, Rafe had been the one to save you from getting tossed out onto the street at the bar, where any random weirdo could’ve gotten his hands on you.
Rafe would take care of you, though.
He used his knees to prop your legs open and pulled his fingers from your sex.
Your arousal tasted as sweet as he’d imagined when he brought his own fingers to his tongue, lapping up what was left of you.
Rafe could hardly take his eyes off of you as he lined himself up with your entrance, like he was waiting to see if anything he did would garner a reaction.
Rafe wasn’t gentle when he pushed his cock past your tight walls. Even the first thrust was harsh.
Your legs were extra pliable in your current condition, and Rafe used that to his advantage. He hiked the limbs up to your chest, gripping and holding them there by the underside of your thighs as he drove his cock into you at a brutal pace.
He let out a series of deep groans and curses under his breath as wild eyes darted up and down your body. His focus jumped everywhere from your closed eyes, to your hands tied up at the top of the headboard, down to your soft legs, to the place where your bodies intertwined.
Your cunt was wound so tightly around him, Rafe could feel the pulsing of your clit even as you remained virtually motionless.
He threw his head back as he drove into the mess he was making of your cunt. His hard dick was coated in your slick as it slid in and out of your walls.
Your eyes were closed, body limp, yet you still stirred ever so slightly under him.
“Fuck…” Rafe drawled out, hips snapping harshly against yours. His eyes were fixed on the way his cock kept disappearing into you.
“Pussy’s so good, baby…”
The way your walls seemed to swallow his length, sucking him in and squeezing the life from the muscle was enticing. It took everything in the boy to keep from busting right off the bat, but he managed to subdue the urge.
He’d went through too much trouble, risked too much to get you here tonight. He’d be damned if it all went to waste on a five minute round.
You started stirring beneath him, plump lips parted. Every now and then, a ragged breath or a muffled whimper would escape, and Rafe took the involuntary response as encouragement to keep going, to pick up the pace, to drill into you even harder as you lay helpless beneath him.
He couldn’t find the wrong in his actions, not when his thrusts were getting easier and easier the more wet you grew around his length.
“Goddamn… soaking me so good pretty girl,” he rasped, pulling his bottom lip inbetween his teeth. He tried to hold off, tried to push down his pending release until he just couldn’t anymore.
Rafe couldnt help the whimper that escaped his lips this time as he finished inside of you.
Hot ropes of his cum barreled past your walls, shooting up into you as his hips rode out the release before gradually slowing to a stop.
Rafe was sweaty when his mind finally began to unfog. He was out of breath, arms tired from supporting the entirety of his weight while he fucked you relentlessly.
It took the boy a minute to finally unsheath himself from your folds, allowing the dead weight of your legs to fall back down onto the bed.
Rafe shivered as his wet dick was exposed to the cool air in the room.
He didn’t bother straightening your clothes back out. He figured the indecent exposure might serve to scare you a little more in the morning when he gave you the run of the mill freedom spiel.
Instead, he simply pulled a thin blanket over your frame, something to keep you warm before he left you to the confines of the room and headed towards the shower.
He’d wash away the sins of the night tonight and deal with you in the morning.
—
The first thing you registered the next morning was a heavy feeling all over, though your mind was far too inebriated still to understand what was going on. Your limbs, no, your entire body felt weak and depleated of any and all energy.
There was a deep ache between your legs, and a duller one in your shoulders.
You tried to move your arms, but found the task to be impossible, though you couldn’t comprehend why at first.
You could comprehend the pounding in your head, though.
It seemed to be all you could focus on when you opened your eyes. The light that poured into your retinas was almost immediately too much to bare, forcing you to snap your eyelids down again. You only tried to reopen them moments later, and that’s when you really started to take in the scene around you…
This was not your room, you quickly realized.
Which meant this was not your bed.
Yet here you were, naked on the strange mattress.
Your skirt was ruffled up on your stomach, tits exposed to the cool chill in the air with your top bunched up under your arms.
Nothing was left to the imagination as your panties seemed to be M.I.A., as did your phone.
The realization had you scrambling to jump off the bed, but you didn’t make it far.
Your wrists got caught on something, and your muffled cry told you there was something in your mouth. Preventing you from talking, from calling for help as you realized the situation you were in.
A sharp pain shot through you.
Only the bottom half of your body dangled off the bed while your hands remained in place.
You glanced up at the site of the pain, only to find that your wrists hadn’t gotten caught on anything.
They’d been tied to something, rather.
Your hands were secured tightly to the bed frame, and that’s when panic truly started to set in.
You thought maybe you’d drunkenly hooked up with someone, but it was starting to become evident that this was not the case.
The click of the bedroom door opening caught your attention.
Your head whipped to the side, eyes wide as they landed on a man you were sure you’d never seen before in your life.
You tried to swallow, but the task proved to be impossible with how dry your throat was.
The man that emerged from the darkness on the other side of the door looked nothing like what you expected a deranged kidnapper to look like.
So much so that you almost thought maybe it wasn’t him, but who else would just so happen to stumble upon this?
You’d seen plenty of movies and TV shows where the kidnapper confronted their victim for the first time, yet you still weren’t sure how to react in the moment. You didn’t have a script to follow, and this was no controlled set.
You were rendered speechless, completely frozen in fear.
All you wanted to do was crawl as far away as possible when the stranger started taking menacing steps towards you, yet you were forced to stay where you were.
“There she is…” The man didn’t sound anything like a kidnapper, either.
You felt pathetic as you imagined passing the stranger by on the street, thought about how you probably would find him attractive in literally any other scenario.
“I’m sure you’re very confused right now,” he started. “You were such a good girl for me last night… sucks you can’t remember how much fun we had, hmm?”
It was intoxicating, the way you cowered down when Rafe approached you, quiet and submissive because you knew he was the one in charge here. He had all of the power, he would decide what happens to you, if you stayed here or if he turned you free. If you lived through the day, or if he put an end to your life this morning.
That wasn’t something he necessarily wanted to do, but Rafe was never past eliminating a threat. Even though he held all the cards, your life would still depend on you, on your ability to keep quiet.
A large hand brushed over the top of your head, fingers pushing your dishevelled hair back out of your face.
“Do you remember anything?”
You shivered as your mind began to race.
You didn’t want to even imagine the things this man had forced you to do while you were blacked out and helpless, yet it’s all your mind could entertain as he spoke.
What did he do to you?
What did you do to him?
How long did he take advantage of you?
The thoughts, the lack of answers you had for the questions plauging your mind made you feel sick to your stomach.
You didn’t even remember being that drunk. You were sure you’d only had a few drinks last night with your friends, nothing out of the ordinary…
So how did you end up here?
And where was here, even?
The smirk that crept onto the man’s face while he stood in front of you couldn’t be missed.
“God, that’s gotta…that’s gotta suck, right? I mean…” the same hand moved to the side of your face, knuckles grazing the soft skin of your cheek.
You shivered at the unwanted gesture.
“Having to just lie there, no control over your body…” he was getting lost in the in his head as he replayed the events of last night. One look down at you told him you were unamused though, so he cleared his throat, and switched the topic.
“Now, I do have to let you know something, alright?”
He nodded his head before instructing you to, “nod for me.”
You didn’t hesitate.
“Nobody knows you’re here. Nobody knows you’re with me…” The fact was unsettling. Your vision instantly blurred, tears springing to your eyes.
The stranger spoke so matter-of-factly, like he wasn’t insinuating what you knew he was hinting at.
You couldn’t help but flinch back when his hand dropped down to your neck, but that didn’t stop his fingers from curling around your throat.
The grip wasn’t harsh, rather firm as Rafe held your column inbetween his strong hand.
“I could just wrap my fingers around your little throat and not let go….” As he said this, he demonstrated the threat.
You weakly kicked your legs out as best you could in protest, but the man only moved to straddle your waist as you hung off the bed, pinning you in place. He didn’t need to exude much strength to hold you there, the effects from the drug still in the earlier stages of wearing off.
“I could dump your body somewhere, anywhere, it’d never get back to me…do you get what I’m saying to you?”
He studied your eyes for some sense of understanding, being as you’d been restricted from talking.
“I don’t wanna hurt you. You’re very beautiful, and you were very good to me last night… But I will kill you if you can’t keep this pretty little mouth shut,” he used his thumb to pull down on your bottom lip as he referenced your mouth. “You gonna be a good girl, keep this just between us?” He tilted his head at you, grip faltering just slightly.
“Or are you gonna be a problem that I need to just take care of now?” His fingers closed in again, and you realized you did not want to be any sort of problem for whoever this man was, at all.
A muffled whimper finally produced itself from the back of your strangled throat, and the sound triggered the loosening of his hold on you.
Rafe raised an eyebrow, “gonna be a good girl, then?”
He was looking at you. More than that, he was staring at you, at your body.
But it didn’t make you feel gross.
Instead you felt…scrutinized.
Surveyed, like some sort of lab experiment.
Because you realized your captor wasn’t drooling over you.
He was studying you.
And it wasn’t your half-dressed body that was intriguing him.
It was your fear.
His questions weren’t only to serve his amusement.
The man was asking out of genuine curiousity, you figured out.
Your silence must have struck a nerve with him, because he moved to grab your jaw, giving your head a quick shake to garner your attention.
“Such a pretty girl…tell me, are you gonna keep this mouth shut or do I need to shut it for you?”
A frantic shake of your head was all you could offer.
You flinched when the other hand reached for you too, but the man hooked two fingers underneath the gag anyway, pulling the piece of cloth from your mouth.
It was a relief unlike any other.
Your jaw felt so tight as it hung open, eventually slowly falling shut as you adjusted to the ability to close your mouth again.
Your lips were dry and chapped from being parted all night long, so you allowed your tongue to slide out and wet them while the man removed the rope from your wrists.
Even with the gag removed, you still didn’t have the courage to speak.
And even without the painful restraints, you still didn’t have it in you to put up much of a physical fight.
You rubbed at your wrists tenderly, skin red and irritated from rubbing against the harsh twine all night.
“You wanna live, right?”
The question chilled you to your core.
The answer was obvious, but you still nodded, tears springing to your eyes as you realized this man, this stranger truly did have the power to play God, to end your life right now, and there would be nothing you could do about it.
“Beg for it.”
You blinked up at the man, confusion undoubtedly written all over your face.
“W-wh-?” You voice was so quiet and fragile, you could hardly seem to string together any words.
“Beg me to let you go.” He repeated, as if the demand was anymore justified now.
Was this some sort of sick kink?
Did he get off on tormenting girls the morning after assaulting them, too?
Did he not already steal enough pleasure from you?
This time, the man didn’t wait for you to try to respond before he fisted the hair at the back of your head and yanked you all the way to the floor, forcing you to your knees.
You didn’t know where it came from, but you felt a cold metal press against your temple, and all of your muscles seized in fear.
Your hands flew up at your sides; you would’ve been waving your white flag like hell if you had one.
“P-please! Please I-I won’t tell anyone, I swear…”
Rafe had to adjust his pants at the sight of you, trembling and wide-eyed with fear, perched on your knees at his feet. Waiting for instruction, for some ounce of approval, like a good girl.
He immediately appreciated your submissiveness. He loved a good fight, and the girls before you definitely put one up, but it was so much easier when they just listened to him. Easier for him, and easier for themselves.
“Yeah?” Your captor’s mouth hardly moved as he spoke, “gonna keep your mouth shut about this?”
You nodded frantically.
“Yeah, I bet you will…”
You watched him hook an arm behind his back, fishing for something in his back pocket.
Your eyes wound shut until you heard what you knew to be the unlocking of a phone. The next light you saw when you opened your eyes came from the man’s phone screen.
It filled your sight as a sick compilation of moans and groans filled your ears.
The man was playing a video of you, completely passed out as he forced you to take his cock.
You cringed at each tiny sound you recognized as yours.
Digusting was an understatement. You felt used, dirty; you hated feeling like you’d been reduced to a statistic now.
But more than that, you hated the fact that you had no recollection of what happened to you.
“Wouldn’t want anybody seeing this now, would you?”
Rafe took a few moments to revel in the sights and sounds of you on his phone before he scrolled to the left, turning the phone back to you.
Low and behold, the stranger had snapped a picture of your driver’s liscense.
Meaning he had your address.
“M’gonna let you go, but don’t forget that I know who you are,”
As quickly as he’d brandished the gun, he tucked it away in his waistband again. “I know where you live, all that good stuff.”
His grip on your hair relinquished in favor of one on your upper arm instead.
The harsh tug that followed hurt even more, shoulders stiff with pain from the unnatural angle you were forced to uphold all night.
The man lifted you to your feet, legs shaky as you struggled to hold yourself up.
“We’re nowhere near home for you. Gonna have to blindfold you along the way, but you’re gonna get back to mommy and daddy, don’t worry,” He spoke as if he was doing you a service, deiciding not to kill you after he kidnapped and took advantage of you.
You were ushered back by your shoulders, made to sit on the edge of the bed as the stranger towered over you.
“I’ll come get you when I’m ready, then we’ll go.”
Your eyes trailed over to the restraint and gag, both stacked on the corner of the bed. Rafe had every intention of subduing you on the ride home.
Home…you’d get to go home, but then what?
Surely, your friends and family were wondering where you’d been, why you went off the grid for the night. What would you tell them?
Do you say what you need to say to save yourself now, then throw this man under the bus later in favor of your own justice when you get to safety?
What if they couldn’t find him?
Or worse, what if he found you first?
The stranger’s tactics had worked. You were terrified. He’d effectively scared you into silence.
You finally regained the ability to swallow, forcing the bile that was threatening to rise back down your throat.
One hand rested on your shoulder, another ran over the top of your head again.
“I just hope for your sake you never give me a reason to show up at that address on your ID, pretty girl.”
